Straw Smackdown!

Yo mom. I know you have MY straw. Give it to me.

Did you hear me? I said -- WHOA -- it's MOVING.

MUST... USE... STEALTH..

Wait for it... wait for it...

BANZAI!

It's MINE MINE MINE!

Maybe if I just grab on here and wrestle her to the ground...

Without my extra fangage, I feel helpless. So close and yet so far...

The Toof Fairy

The Toof fairy came! She leaves me TONS of canned food every day! Although I am a mite concerned at the loss of my tiny teeth. What shall I do if Apocalypse Mousie comes calling...?

Hmm. I shall nap on it. Mom is being particularly lap handy these days and nice to me.

Unpacking

Mom has felt crappy since she got back from Nerd-con, so I helped out some today by unpacking one of her suitcases while she slept.

It wasn't easy getting everything out of this net pouch. I had to eat most of it.

This thing is seriously large. I bet I could fit a billion mousies in here.

*Hrmph*

She had plenty of room. She should have taken me. I would have looked adorable dressed up as Twinkie the Death God - Destroyer of Mousies.

*sigh* Maybe next year.

Easter at the SPA

Mom dumped me at Gran'ma's for almost a WEEK. Thankfully, my play room had suitable toyage. Granma does know how to treat a princess.

There was this one particular round toy that was rather intriguing. It has this odd pink ball in it. At first, I ignored it. After all, there were many other toys.

I then tried it as a princess throne. It was not the most comfortable, but made for good back scratching.

It was a suitable lounge chair, though it lacked the styling I prefer. Leather or nicely finished hardwood are my favs.

It was also made a good launching point for full body slides into the mousie.

The ball MOVES?!? Holy @#$#, IT SHALL BE MINE!!

I am the ADVENTURER

And this is my car. No wait, spaceship. NO - dragon! With wheels. And flames. And goldfish dropping from my talons, like bloody wiggly fishy diamonds of tastiness.

Fear me, for I am death incarnate.

In a box.

*mew*

Mommy doesn't love me.

She doesn't let me play with paint. She takes away my brushes. She doesn't let me eat tape or paper or play with onions on the counter. When I knock perfectly good toys off the dining table she gets angry. Why else put a string on a tea bag, if not to invite a kitteh to play with it when YOU'RE done?

*SIGH*

I am SO abused.

Still life - thy name is CAT

Laying in one spot and letting someone adore you (by letting them paint you.) Still life's are the essence of CAT.

Be the still life.

Ohm.

This was mom's sad attempt to paint me in black and white. The photo says it much better...

Ohm.